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It started as a normal day for Jimin. He woke up to the warmth of his mate’s strong arms wrapped around him. He turned slightly to glance at the alpha, who had spooned him from behind. The alpha had a strong jawline and a sharp nose. His light brown hair spread across the pillow like a bird’s nest. A smile danced on Jimin’s lips as he glanced at his alpha. He still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have such a handsome alpha for himself.

The soft scent of sandalwood and fire curled around him like a protective blanket. Jimin lingered, reluctant to leave the comforting warmth of his mate and their shared nest. As much as he longed to stay wrapped in that cocoon of safety, the day was already calling, and he knew he had to rise.”

Carefully, he slid the blanket around him, trying to sit up without waking the sleeping alpha.

“Don’t leave.”

A soft whine left the alpha’s lips as he stirred. He tightened his hold around Jimin’s waist, nuzzling his neck where the mate mark proudly displayed itself. The warm sandalwood scent enveloped him, lulling him back into his mate’s arms. But Jimin really had to get up.

“It’s already morning. I have to get up.”

He coaxed the alpha gently, as he always did.

“Five more minutes.”

The brown-haired alpha pouted, rubbing his nose along Jimin’s scent gland, sending a shiver through his body.

“You’re worse than your children,” Jimin sighed, amused by his mate’s antics. He couldn’t believe how he had dealt with this for the past eight years. A soft smile played on his lips as he nuzzled into his alpha’s neck.

The alpha rumbled softly as an aroma of blossoms, touched with honey and vanilla, drifted around him. Notes of jasmine, lilac, moonflower, honeysuckle, gardenia, freesia, lily of the valley, laurel, sweet alyssum, magnolia, and baby’s breath blended into a veil of white florals, lulling him back toward sleep. It was as though he lay cradled in the heart of a dew-kissed garden, surrounded by endless blossoms.

Jimin stayed in his mate’s arms for a few more minutes to make sure he wouldn’t wake him, then slowly moved out, replacing his space with his pillow, which still smelled like him.

He adjusted the blankets around his husband and brushed stray brown strands from his face. His husband’s face was calm, softened by an adorable, almost childlike sleeping pout. In moments like this, it was hard to believe that the man resting so peacefully beside him was the formidable werewolf king of the entire supernatural world.

Jimin slipped out of the bedroom with careful steps, making sure not to wake his mate. He knew how exhausted Jungkook had been, burdened with the problems of other species and the long hours of work the night before. The least he could do was let his alpha rest a little longer.

Jimin headed to the kitchen, gathering his long silver hair into a neat ponytail before turning his attention to breakfast. Within minutes, the soft sizzle of eggs filled the air, steam rising from the pan as he laid out bread with butter and jams.

It had been eight years since his marriage to Jeon Jungkook, the alpha of the Midnight Pack and king of all supernaturals in the mortal realm. Those eight years had been the happiest of his life, a happiness he had once thought impossible. When his parents first spoke of the marriage proposal, Jimin never imagined joy could be found at the side of a stranger, much less an alpha. Yet the memory of the day he first laid eyes on his mate was still etched vividly in his heart.

***

Jimin was nervous.

Who wouldn’t be, when about to meet their future husband.

Especially when that fiancé was a complete stranger. And not just any stranger, but the most powerful alpha on Earth. The King of Supernaturals.

And Jimin. He was just an angel. There wasn’t anything special about him other than his good looks.

He fidgeted with the loose sleeve of his blouse, the fabric sliding through his fingers. His parents had insisted he wear his best clothes, making sure he was presented properly. At least they’d allowed him to choose the color. If they had forced him into blue again, he was sure he would have thrown up.

So here he was, dressed in a pale yellow, long-sleeved blouse and fitted white jeans. His long ivory hair was styled into a neat half-tail, secured with a delicate pin. A touch of gloss softened his lips, and a fine stroke of mascara framed his eyes.

He knew he looked good. But that didn’t make him any less anxious.

From the sitting room, he could hear his parents’ voices mingling with Mrs. Jeon’s, but the words blurred into meaningless chatter. His heart thudded too loudly in his chest for him to focus.

A sudden knock on the door jolted him.

“Oh, it must be him,” Mrs. Jeon said warmly, her smile bright and expectant.

The door creaked open slowly, deliberately. Almost as though the moment itself demanded a touch of drama.

And then Jimin saw him.

The man who entered was, without question, the most handsome Jimin had ever laid eyes on. The instant he stepped inside, the world seemed to dissolve into silence.

Everything else faded away.

Jimin could only stare at the magnificent creature before him, his heart thundering in his chest as though it already knew the truth.

“Sorry, I’m late. I had…”

The man’s words died in his throat as his gaze locked with bright blue orbs.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed. They simply stared.

The alpha stood tall, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway, and Jimin felt his breath catch. The dark suit he wore clung perfectly to his frame, every line sculpted in power and elegance. Light brown hair was swept neatly back, exposing a face so striking it almost didn’t feel real. Sharp jawline, flawless features, and silver piercings that gleamed against his skin.

Jimin’s eyes trailed lower, catching the tattoos curling from the open V of his shirt where he had generously left three buttons open. The ink teased at stories hidden beneath the fabric, bold and unapologetic. Heat flushed through Jimin at the sight, his stomach fluttering as though his very soul recognized something his mind had yet to accept. Everything about the alpha screamed authority. His presence and aura alone were so commanding. It pressed into the room like an invisible weight.

But it wasn’t his features that truly stole Jimin’s breath.

It was his eyes.

His amber gaze shimmered like molten gold, resembling pools that held untold secrets. They seemed to dance with the warm glow of a setting sun, radiating both strength and gentleness. The vibrant amber perfectly complemented his light brown hair, creating a majestic aura that drew Jimin in completely.

When their eyes met, something extraordinary happened. The moment Jimin’s gaze locked with the alpha’s, an inexplicable connection surged through him, as though he had known this man far longer than a few fleeting moments.

Both of them could do anything other than stare at each other, frozen by the intensity of the bond.

Something was strange. Magnetic, undeniable.

And then the scent reached him.

Sandalwood. A soft, warm, and woodsy note wrapped around him like a familiar embrace. Subtle hints of fire beneath it made Jimin feel unexpectedly cozy, a deep sense of comfort flooding through him. It was strangely familiar, though he had never met this alpha in person before.

And in that moment, something within him stirred.

It awakened his inner omega, sharp and undeniable.

Then it hit him.

It couldn’t be. No way.

Jimin’s heart raced as a rush of disbelief and wonder washed over him. He had never imagined that God would care for him in this way.

And yet… here he was, staring at his fated mate.

***

"Eomma…."

A soft, sleepy voice dragged Jimin back from his memory. He looked down as he felt a light tug on his pants. There was a small boy, no older than two or three, clutching Jimin’s pants. His little fists rubbed at his tired eyes as his shabby chocolate hair fell in tuffs around his forehead. There was a once-white but now grey toy, Mr. Smith tucked under his other arm.

"Hey baby, did you sleep well?"

Jimin cooed with a warm smile, crouching down to the level of two years old.

"Eomma…."

The little pup repeated the same word, somehow explaining everything by that.

"Oh, baby boy…"

Jimin gently pulled the little pup into his embrace, wrapping his arms securely around the child. He breathed in the familiar scent of milky vanilla cream. Gently, he guided his fingers soothingly across the boy’s back. Then, bowing his head, he rubbed his nose against the pup’s cheek for quick scenting. Soon, the room filled with the smell of fresh blooms as Jimin released his comforting pheromones.

Minseo tilted his head toward his eomma and nuzzled his small face into the man’s neck. Taking small gulps of air, he breathed in the flowery and sweet scents. He slowly relaxed in his eomma’s embrace.

Seeing his youngest son relax, lifting his pup to his hip, Jimin stood. Minseo automatically wrapped his arms around omega’s neck.

"Eomma." Minseo whimpered. His nose pressed deeper against Jimin’s neck in search of his scent glands. His small fingers twisted into his eomma’s hair to play with his locks.

"Eomma is here, Mini." Jimin cooed. His hand moved along the boy’s back again. He swayed, humming a lullaby, to get the distressed pup to calm down.

Minseo was Jimin’s youngest pup, and he was different from all his other children. While the others had grown quickly, inheriting strong alpha blood, Minseo hadn’t. At just two years old, he was tiny for his age. Jimin blamed himself for his premature birth. Every pregnancy had been difficult due to the children’s strong alpha and angel blood, but carrying Minseo had been far harder than any of the others. The months had worn him down, ultimately leading to a premature birth. Even though Minseo survived, it had taken a heavy toll on Jimin, and he had come dangerously close to death.

Since birth, Minseo had remained smaller and weaker than his peers. Everyone had hoped he would catch up with time, but he grew at his own pace, still fragile and more delicate than other children his age. He was also deeply attached to Jimin, unlike his siblings, who were more independent. Shy and quiet, Minseo opened up only to his omega father.

Jimin continued making pancakes with one hand while cradling Minseo in the other, just as he had countless times before. This wasn’t the first morning Minseo had joined him for breakfast. The little pup eventually dozed off, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder and breathing in the soothing mix of honey, vanilla, and floral scents

"Good morning."

A sound was heard as Jimin placed pancakes on a plate. He looked up to see his eldest son’s smiling face.

"Good morning." Jimin greeted him back. "How was your sleep?"

"Good. I slept like a puppy." Minho’s voice was filled with energy, as usual. "Do you need help?"

He asked, noticing how hard it was to manage everything with one hand.

Jimin smiled at his son.

"Can you please bring plates to the table?"

"Of course, eomma."

Then, mother and son prepared the table, placing all plates, cups, tableware, and dishes. Minho was careful with making sounds, noticing his little sibling was sleeping soundly on his eomma’s shoulder. He smiled softly at the sign of his little brother’s absent face.

Minho was fifteen and not the biological son of Jimin and Jungkook. He had been adopted during their first year of marriage, and ever since, he had been an inseparable part of their family.

"Are your siblings awake?"

Jimin asked while making coffee for him and Jungkook. Minseo started to whimper with distress, so Jimin gently rocked him, trying to calm him down.

"I think Seojun was awake." Minho answered as he poured the orange juice into glasses for himself and his siblings. "The twins and Haneul were still sleeping."

Jimin glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30. He needed to wake the others if they didn’t want to be late for school. His gaze then fell on Minseo, still clinging to him in distress. Today was clearly one of those mornings when Minseo had no intention of leaving his arms. Yet, Jimin had no choice. He had to get the other children ready.

"Minho, can you hold Minseo while I get the others ready?" Jimin didn’t have any other choice but to ask his eldest.

"Of course, eomma." Minho said, taking Minseo from Jimin.

Minseo whimpered, losing contact with Jimin, but he rubbed his back lightly to assure him he was there.

"I will come soon, baby boy. Stay a while with your hyung."

Jimin gently pressed a kiss to Minseo’s cheek. The little pup whimpered but buried his nose into his hyung’s neck, searching for his familiar scent. Minho immediately understood what his dongsaeng needed and released a soothing ginger-scented calming pheromone. Gradually, Minseo relaxed, settling into his hyung’s arms as Minho continued rocking him gently.

Minho then glanced at Jimin, silently assuring him that he could handle Minseo until Jimin returned. Jimin murmured a quiet thank you to his eldest before heading to Seojun's room. He felt relieved that Minseo was calm in Minho’s care. Otherwise, leaving him would have been nearly impossible.

When Jimin entered Seojun's room, the sound of the shower running in the attached bathroom reached him. As the firstborn and heir to the throne, Seojun was remarkably powerful for his age. He carried the strongest alpha and angel blood, making him more formidable, and Jungkook ensured he released his pent-up energy through rigorous training. It was no surprise that Seojun’s physique resembled that of a ten-year-old rather than his actual age of seven.

Jimin opened Seojun’s closet to pick out his school clothes. He was thankful that their maid, Sara, had ironed all of his uniforms over the weekend; otherwise, it would have been a lot of extra work. Carefully, he laid out a crisp white shirt, dark blue pants, polished shoes, and socks. He also checked that Seojun’s school backpack contained everything he would need for the day.

Just as he was putting the homework books back, the soft footsteps of his son announced his arrival, and the door opened.

"Eomma. Good morning."

The little alpha wolf threw himself into Jimin’s arms.

"Good morning, baby boy."

Jimin held his son tightly as he scented him. Seojun also reacted by rubbing his face on Jimin’s neck as he crouched down to Seojun’s height.

“Do you need help getting dressed, baby boy?” Jimin asked, letting Seojun go so he could prepare for school on his own.

"No eomma. I’m a big boy now." Seojun pouted adorably.

“Of course you are, my big wolf,” Jimin replied with a warm smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his son’s forehead.

“Alright, call me if you need anything, and come to the dining room for breakfast once you’re dressed,” he added.

"Okay, eomma."

Seojun replied just as Jimin exited his room. He was about to wake the twins when he noticed his mate coming out of the master bedroom. Jungkook was already showered, dressed in his expensive three-piece black suit, his hair neatly tamed. He looked impossibly handsome for a morning like this.

“Good morning, Petal,” Jungkook greeted, a broad smile spreading across his face as he noticed Jimin.

“Good morning, love,” Jimin replied, his own face brightening with a matching smile as he started toward the twins’ room but only to be stopped by his mate’s strong arms.

"Where are you trying to escape, Petal?"

Jungkook teased him by holding him close to his chest.

"They're going to be late if I don't..."

Jimin’s words cut off in the middle as his mate covered his lips on his own. Jungkook’s lips moved over Jimin’s, sweet with honey and vanilla, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of his beautiful angel. Jimin’s breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping as Jungkook’s lips traced his, deepening the kiss just slightly.

Jungkook’s other hand rested at the small of Jimin’s back, drawing him closer. Their bodies pressed together, and for a moment, the world outside faded completely. Jimin’s fingers curled into Jungkook’s suit jacket as he melted against him, savoring the warmth and the familiar, intoxicating scent.

Finally, Jimin pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s. “Hey,” he murmured, playfully hitting his mate’s chest.

Jungkook’s grin was teasing, full of unspoken promise. “Can’t help it,” he said softly.

Jimin shook his head, smiling fondly at his mate’s antics, his heart still racing from the kiss.

"Go and wake up Haneul until I get the twins ready. Otherwise, all of you will be late."

Jimin said, slipping out of his mate’s embrace with gentle determination.

"Of course, love."

Jungkook answered smoothly, his amber eyes twinkling. But before Jimin could fully escape, Jungkook leaned down and stole another quick kiss, brushing his lips against his omega’s with a boyish grin.

Jimin huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head as he finally slipped into the twins’ room, a smile tugging at his lips. No matter how many mornings passed, he knew he would never grow tired of his husband’s antics.

The twins’ room was right next to Seojun’s, equal in size but made cozier with its mirrored layout. There were two small beds on opposite sides of the room, one dressed in baby blue and the other in soft lavender. A shared wardrobe stood neatly between them, its polished surface reflecting the faint morning light slipping through the curtains.

On the blue bed, the sight that greeted Jimin melted his heart. Seoyun and Seoyoon were bundled together, their small bodies tucked close in a knot of warmth. Seoyun’s tiny head was nuzzled under her brother’s chin, her hands clutching at his shirt while Seoyoon held her protectively even in his sleep. Their breathing rose and fell in perfect rhythm, soft and even, as though they shared one dream.

Careful not to wake them too abruptly, Jimin padded quietly across the room, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. For a moment, he simply looked at them, his chest swelling with affection. They were adorable no matter the time of day, but there was something about this peaceful moment. Their little faces pressed together, cheeks rosy from sleep. That made him ache with warmth.

The twins were his second set of pups, only two years younger than Seojun, yet their strength already rivaled their elder brother’s. Even in sleep, their natural aura hummed faintly in the room, a reminder of the powerful bloodline running through them.

With gentle fingers, Jimin pulled back the soft quilt that cocooned them, their little noses scrunching at the loss of warmth. Seoyun whimpered and instinctively burrowed closer to Seoyoon, clutching tighter at him as though the comforter’s absence might steal away her safe cocoon. Jimin’s heart almost faltered. He wanted nothing more than to let his babies rest a little longer, to shield them from the demands of the morning. But time wasn’t on their side; they were already running late.

" Yun. Yuna. It is time to wake up.”

Jimin’s voice was soft as he gently shook the two sleeping pups.

For a moment, neither stirred, only the steady rise and fall of their little chests filling the silence. After a few more gentle shakes, a pair of amber eyes finally blinked open from beneath a tangle of golden curls.

“Eomma…” Seoyun mumbled sleepily, rubbing at her eyes with her tiny fists.

“It’s time to wake up, princess.” Jimin scooped the five-year-old pup into his lap, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to be late.”

“But eomma…” she whined, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she buried her face against the warm curve of his throat. Her little nose pressed into his scent gland, inhaling deeply as though she could sink right back into sleep there. “I want to sleep.”

“I know, princess.” Jimin’s lips curved fondly as he rubbed his cheek against hers in return, answering her with a soft, reassuring brush of his own scent. “But if you keep sleeping, you won’t get to play with your friends.”

“Ah…” That made the pup pause, her eyes widening just enough to let the thought sink in.

“There we go.” Jimin smiled as her amber orbs finally blinked open fully. “So, we need to wash up and get ready before we’re too late, alright?”

Seoyun gave a reluctant nod, then twisted in his lap to peer at her still-sleeping twin. “Yun, wake up!” she called in her high, chirping voice. “We’re late!”

With that, she wriggled down from Jimin’s arms and padded quickly across the room, her little feet tapping against the floor before she disappeared into the bathroom.

Smiling at his daughter’s eagerness, Jimin turned his gaze to the other bed. Seoyoon had finally stirred at his sister’s loud shouting, amber eyes still hazy with sleep as he blinked up at his omega parent.

“Eomma…” he mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness.

“Time to get up, baby boy.” Jimin cooed, scooping the still-sleepy pup into his arms. Seoyoon’s head immediately dropped against Jimin’s shoulder, his little fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as if trying to steal a few more minutes of rest.

Jimin carried him into the bathroom, where Seoyun was already standing proudly on her stool by the mirror, squeezing toothpaste onto her brush with great concentration. The little girl beamed at them through the reflection, her golden curls a fluffy halo around her head.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she chirped at her brother before starting to brush her teeth.

Jimin chuckled softly and set Seoyoon down. “Let’s wash up first, baby boy.” He helped his son with a quick shower, gently scrubbing the pup’s hair while Seoyoon swayed against him, eyes fluttering. When he was clean and dressed in his uniform, Jimin guided him toward the sink.

“Go on now, it’s your turn to brush,” Jimin encouraged, giving him a little nudge. Seoyoon obediently climbed onto the stool next to his sister and reached for his own brush.

With both pups occupied, Jimin quickly washed Seoyun and wrapped her in a fluffy towel before guiding her back into the bedroom. He helped her into her neatly pressed uniform, smoothing the fabric down before reaching for her hairbrush.

Seoyun sat patiently on the edge of the bed as Jimin gathered her golden curls into two playful pigtails. He fastened them neatly with ties before slipping her favorite hairpins, shiny ones shaped like little stars into place.

“There we go,” he said with a smile, giving her cheek a soft pat.

“Pretty?” Seoyun asked hopefully, turning her head so her pigtails bounced.

“Very pretty, princess,” Jimin assured her, pressing a kiss to her temple before letting her hop off the bed, ready for the day.

The moment Jimin released her, Seoyun bolted for the door, her pigtails bouncing with each hurried step.

“Yun, come on! Let’s go!” she shouted, her little voice echoing through the hallway.

Seoyoon, who had just finished brushing his teeth and getting dressed, trailed after her with slower steps, still rubbing at his eyes but smiling faintly at his sister’s endless energy. Jimin followed behind, shaking his head with an amused smile. His twins might be close in age, but their personalities couldn’t be more different. Seoyun was a spark of fire, while Seoyoon was calm like still water.

When they reached the dining room, the rest of the family was already gathered around the breakfast table. Minseo was now in Jungkook’s arms, but Jimin could hear his youngest pup’s soft whimpering, the tiny sounds tugging at his heart.

“Hyung! Look, eomma did pigtails with stars!” Seoyun announced proudly to Minho and Seojun as she climbed into her chair, spinning so her hairpins caught the morning light.

Minho chuckled softly. “Very pretty, Yun. You look like a princess.”

Satisfied with the praise, Seoyun grinned and swung her legs happily while Seoyoon quietly slid into the chair beside her.

In the highchair beside Jungkook was their second youngest pup, Haneul, dressed adorably in khaki shorts and a soft white T-shirt, which made him look even smaller.

Jimin leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Haneul’s cheek. “Good morning, baby boy.”

“Good morning, eomma,” Haneul chirped back with a wide smile, his tiny hands reaching out for him.

Jimin rubbed his nose gently along the pup’s neck, sharing a light scent, before settling into the empty chair beside Jungkook. That was when Minseo’s whimpers grew louder, the little one squirming as if demanding his omega. Jimin quickly gathered him from Jungkook’s arms, holding him close until he calmed.

“Let’s eat,” Jungkook said, his deep voice rumbling warmly as the family settled into their morning meal.

Jungkook first filled Jimin’s plate before serving his own and finally started to eat. As always, the pups followed their father’s lead, each picking up their utensils once their alpha had begun. Jimin focused on helping Haneul, who was far more interested in playing with his cereal than actually eating it, while Jungkook leaned over to assist the twins with their fruit, carefully cutting larger pieces into smaller bites.

Meanwhile, Minho sparked a conversation about his upcoming football match at school, his voice bright with excitement. Seojun eagerly chimed in, talking about his latest training session and how he was improving under his father’s guidance. The table filled with the sounds of chatter, the pups’ laughter mixing with the comforting clink of plates and cups.

But in Jimin’s arms, Minseo was in his own little world. The pup was curled tightly against his omega, face buried in Jimin’s chest, ignoring food and even his siblings’ voices. Small, restless whimpers escaped him as if something deep inside still refused to settle. Jimin gently rubbed his back in soothing circles, all the while feeding spoonfuls of cereal to Haneul with his free hand.

When Minseo gave another soft whine, nuzzling insistently into Jimin’s warmth, the omega immediately knew what he wanted. With practiced ease, Jimin reached for the milk bottle he had prepared earlier, bringing it to Minseo’s lips. The little pup latched on instantly, his whimpers fading into quiet hums as Jimin rocked him gently in his arms.

Across the table, Jungkook’s sharp amber eyes softened at the sight. He made sure to sneak bites of food toward Jimin’s mouth in between helping the twins, knowing his omega’s hands were full. Jimin accepted each bite with an affectionate glance, their silent bond unspoken but steady.

It was a very familiar scene in the Jeon household. Chaos and chatter, pups being pups, and their king and queen weaving it all together with patience and love.

After breakfast, Jimin moved seamlessly into the next part of their routine. He packed each of the children’s lunch boxes with care, slipping in little extras he knew each pup liked, except for his two youngest who would stay home with him.

“Here,” he said, handing Minho and Seojun their lunch boxes while tucking the twins’ neatly into their small backpacks.

Across the room, Jungkook was crouched down by the door, patiently helping the twins with their shoes. Seoyun wriggled impatiently, eager to be done, while Seoyoon sat still and quiet, waiting for his father to tie the last knot.

“Listen to your teachers,” Jimin reminded his pups, his tone gentle but firm, “and be careful around humans.” It was the same advice he gave every morning, but no less important. He knew just how powerful his children were, and the last thing he wanted was for them to stand out too much in the human world.

One by one, he kissed each of them goodbye, cupping their faces briefly in his hands the way only an omega mother could. Minho and Seojun were the first to leave. Minho’s car keys jingled in his hand as he promised to drop his little brother off at Riverhight Elementary before heading to his own school nearby.

Then it was the twins’ turn. Their little bags were strapped securely to their shoulders, and Jungkook was ready to take them to the pack preschool on his way to the office.

“Are you going to be okay with both Minseo and Haneul?” Jungkook asked, his voice calm but tinged with concern. He knew Minseo would cling to Jimin all day, and he understood just how exhausting handling both little ones could be.

“I’m going to stay home today, so it’s okay. Don’t worry,” Jimin reassured him, adjusting his mate’s tie with a gentle hand.

He then turned to the twins, who clung to Jimin for one last hug.  “Halmeoni said she would pick you two up today with Kara Imo. Have fun with halmeoni and imo”

Seoyun’s amber eyes sparkled as she shook her pigtails. “We will bring sweets for you, Neuli, and Mini too!”

Seoyoon nodded eagerly, adding softly, “We will have fun, eomma.”

“Oh, my cute puppies. Be careful and behave,” Jimin said, pressing gentle kisses to their foreheads. Seoyun planted a quick kiss on his cheek before darting toward the door, Seoyoon following after her at a slower, calmer pace.

“Bye, Mama! Bye, Neuli! Bye, Mini!” the twins chorused as they waved goodbye.

Haneul, standing close to Jimin’s legs, waved shyly at his siblings, while Minseo only buried himself deeper into Jimin’s embrace, unwilling to let go.

Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips against Jimin’s softly. “Call me if you need anything. Be careful.”

“I will,” Jimin murmured, returning the kiss. “You also be careful. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jungkook whispered, placing a final kiss on his mate’s forehead before stepping back.

Jimin remained at the portico, watching the sleek black Mercedes-Benz fade down the driveway. Only when the car disappeared from view did he turn and step back inside, the quiet house waiting for him.

“What are we going to do today, pups?”

Jimin asked as he stepped into the room, a soft smile lighting up his face.

“Playing!” Haneul squealed, his tiny hands clapping together in excitement.

Jimin chuckled, watching his energetic little boy bounce around like a boundless ball of energy. Minseo, on the other hand, still stayed on Jimin’s arms, his quiet and shy nature in sharp contrast to his brother’s exuberance.

“Okay, how about we paint first?” Jimin suggested.

“Yes, eomma! Let’s paint!” Haneul shouted, already sprinting back to his room to grab their painting supplies, his laughter echoing through the house.

Jimin glanced at Minseo, who had now awakened from his hyung’s loud squeal, and gently stroked his hair. “Do you want to paint too, Mini?”

The little omega blinked up at him, uncertain at first, his small hands clutching Jimin’s shirt. Haneul’s excited squeals seemed to pull him out of his hesitation, and slowly, he nodded.

“Okay then,” Jimin smiled. “Let’s make some beautiful paintings together.”

Jimin went to the living room and tried to put Minseo down on the couch. But he wasn't surprised when Minseo whined, protesting. So, Jimin stood on the floor by a small table with Minseo on his lap. It didn’t take much time for Haneul to bring sketchbooks and all the crayons.

“Eomma, let’s paint.”

Haneul carefully set everything on the small table and plopped down beside Jimin.

“Okay, baby. Let’s paint.”

Jimin ruffled Haneul’s hair, a smile spreading across his face. He placed two blank sheets of paper on the table as Haneul eagerly grabbed all the colored crayons. In moments, both mother and son were lost in the joy of painting, hands moving quickly, colors blending, and laughter filling the room.

Jimin glanced down at Minseo, who whimpered softly every time he tried to set him on the floor. Understanding the little omega’s hesitation, he let him watch curiously, his large doe eyes wide as he observed the colorful chaos of Jimin and Haneul.

It didn’t take long for curiosity to win. Slowly, Minseo slid from Jimin’s lap toward the crayons, his tiny fingers hesitating before grabbing the pink one. He turned to look at Jimin, as if asking for permission. Jimin simply placed a blank sheet of paper in front of him, leaving the choice entirely up to the pup.

Minseo stared at the paper, unsure at first, glancing between his eomma and his hyung. Haneul, sensing his hesitation, took a red crayon and started coloring boldly, occasionally glancing at Minseo with an encouraging smile.

With that small gesture, Minseo began copying his brother’s movements, his tiny hands shakily moving the crayon across the paper. Jimin watched with quiet amusement, heart swelling at the sight of his two pups discovering the joy of painting together.

Before long, the little table was filled with colorful chaos. Pink, red, blue, and yellow streaks blend together. Haneul and Minseo were completely absorbed, their laughter and focused expressions painting as vividly as the colors on the paper.

After painting, both pups started dozing off, their tiny bodies sagging with exhaustion. Jimin seized the opportunity for a brief moment of peace. Carefully, he lifted the two boys, one in each arm, and carried them to his nest. He always preferred to put the youngest down for nap time in their shared nest, where the soft blankets were infused with both his and Jungkook’s comforting scent.

Soon, the room was quiet, save for the gentle rise and fall of their chests. Both boys slept soundly, burrowed close to Jimin, their warmth and trust a soothing balm. He watched them for a moment, brushing his fingers against soft curls and little hands, marveling at how fragile yet resilient they were.

Jimin sometimes wondered how he had arrived here, in this life filled with warmth, love, and laughter. He never thought he would find such happiness. At times, he felt as if it were all a beautiful dream. One that could shatter the moment he woke, returning him to the darkness he had once known.

There were still occasional nightmares that haunted him, with shadows from his past clawing at the edges of his mind. But with the light of his mate, the innocence of his children, and the steadfast loyalty of friends, he had learned to survive, to hold onto today.

Yet, deep in the shadows beyond the safety of this room, the remnants of his past stirred. The darkness he had left behind lurked, patient and hungry, waiting for the moment to swallow him whole.

Chapter Text

Jimin didn’t see it coming. He never wanted to hear that thing again in his life.

They were in the living room. The twins, Haneul and Minseo, were already tucked in bed. Normally, Seojun would have been asleep too, but today’s training with Jungkook had delayed him. Now he sat at the low table, his forehead furrowed in concentration as Jimin helped him with math homework. On the couch, Jungkook and Minho cut fruit, chatting casually as if the world outside weren’t stirring with unseen threats.

The conversation flitted from one topic to another: Minho’s upcoming football match, his training with Yoongi as the future commander of the Midnight Warriors, Seojun’s relentless exercises. Jimin moved to the kitchen to prepare tea and hot chocolate for the night, half-listening while his mind drifted to the supernatural disturbances bubbling beneath the surface.

Jimin knew there were new disturbances brewing within the supernatural world, and Minho had already begun assisting Jungkook with them alongside the king’s council. Seojun, however, was brimming with restless energy, eager to learn more and desperate to involve himself in every discussion. His bright eyes always followed their conversations with an intensity that made Jimin’s heart ache with both pride and worry.

But Jungkook was firm. Seojun needed more training before stepping anywhere near such matters. And on this, Jimin wholeheartedly agreed. No matter how powerful his little boy was, in Jimin’s eyes, he was still the same pup who sought comfort in his parents’ arms after a nightmare. He couldn’t bear the thought of Seojun being thrust into dangerous situations too soon.

"Oh… I almost forgot to mention something."

Jungkook suddenly exclaimed, his brows lifting in mild disbelief at himself. How could he have let it slip his mind? He had been looking forward to this moment all day, yet with Seojun’s training taking up so much of his focus, the thought had completely slipped away.

"What is it, Dad?"

Minho’s attention shifted immediately, his finger holding the page of the book he’d been absorbed in. Across the table, Seojun also looked up from his math workbook, pencil frozen mid-scribble.

"We’re going to have a visitor," Jungkook announced, his deep voice carrying clearly across the room, even reaching Jimin in the kitchen as he worked at the counter.

"A visitor? Who is it?"

Minho’s curiosity flared at once, his eyes bright as he leaned forward, eager for the answer.

"Not just a visitor," Jungkook replied. "He’s coming to form an alliance. He’s been keeping an eye on the disturbances going on, and he offered to visit our pack. I thought you’d both be very interested in him."

"Why would we be interested? Is it someone we know?" Minho frowned, trying to guess but coming up empty.

"You’ve heard of him," Jungkook said with a glint in his eyes. "There are plenty of stories about him. He doesn’t often come to the mortal realm."

"Mortal realm? So, he isn’t from here?" Minho pressed.

"Is he an angel?" Seojun suddenly asked, picking up on his father’s hint.

Minho gasped at the realization. Angels were rare in the mortal realm. Aside from their mother, Jimin, they had never met one. Seojun, especially as a half-angel himself, couldn’t hide his excitement.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed with a small smile. "He’s an angel."

He could see the spark in his children’s eyes. They were thrilled at the thought of meeting another angel besides their mother. It was a rare opportunity for them to learn more about their heritage, and deep down, he also hoped Jimin might welcome the chance to reconnect with his own kind.

“Really?” Seojun squealed, his whole face lighting up. He couldn’t believe his dad had kept such exciting news to himself until now. This was easily the best thing that had happened to him all day.

“Who is he?” Minho leaned forward, unable to hide his eagerness.

Jungkook could no longer hold back the revelation. With a proud smile, he finally dropped the name.

“The leader of the warrior angels, Park Hyunjun.”

CRACK!

The sharp sound of shattering glass exploded through the living room, cutting the air like a blade.

All three alphas froze, the excitement vanishing from their faces at once. Their gazes darted toward the kitchen counter, where an omega stood, shards of glass scattered at his feet.

“Petal!”

Jungkook was on his feet in an instant, rushing to his mate’s side. Hot tea and chocolate streamed across the floor, splashing over Jimin’s bare feet, mingling with the jagged shards.

“What did you say? Who is going to visit?” Jimin’s voice was low and sharp. It was too steady, too cold. He didn’t even glance at his feet.

“Petal, your feet!” Jungkook tried to catch him, desperate to stop him from stepping further into the mess, but Jimin pulled back, refusing his touch.

“Petal!” Jungkook shouted, his heart lurching as his mate’s foot pressed against broken glass.

“Who?” Jimin’s voice cracked, raw and demanding. “Say that name again!”

The sharpness in his tone silenced the room. It was then that Jungkook truly saw him. Jimin’s face had drained of all color, his blue eyes wide with shock, staring but not seeing. His usual scent, a soft blend of honey, vanilla, and sweet florals, twisted and burned in the air, turning acrid, brittle, like withered petals. It clawed at Jungkook’s chest.

“Park Hyunjun,” Jungkook forced out, hesitant now. “He sent word saying he wishes to visit our pack.”

If Jimin had seemed pale before, now it was as though every last drop of blood had been stripped from him. He swayed slightly, as though the weight of the name alone was enough to crush him.

“No! This couldn’t happen.”

Jimin’s voice cracked like fragile glass. He meant it for himself, a whisper, but it rang sharp in the silence, too loud for three alphas not to hear.

Jungkook froze. He didn’t know what was happening, but it didn’t take a genius to see his mate was spiraling. His chest tightened seeing the way Jimin’s breathing came too fast, too shallow, the way his hands trembled. He was in the middle of a panic attack.

“Hey. Petal. Listen to me. Look at me,” Jungkook pleaded, stepping forward slowly, voice low and soothing.

But Jimin was already shaking his head. “No, no, no…” he muttered over and over, as if saying it could somehow turn back time, erase the truth he had just heard.

Before Jungkook could reach him, Jimin darted away, his bare feet crunching down on shattered glass. Crimson smeared across the floor with every step, but he didn’t even flinch. He tore out of the living room, ignoring the sharp gasps of his children.

“Petal!” Jungkook roared, bolting after him.

His heart thundered in his chest as his senses sharpened. He didn’t need sight to follow his mate. The blood trail marked every desperate step, and Jimin’s once-bright scent now wilted into something brittle and suffocating. The withered perfume of flowers clung to the air like ash.

Jungkook’s lungs burned as he ran, following both scent and instinct, his mating mark pulsing with agony. He knew. He knew that Jimin was hurting, his soul crying out to him through their bond.

The trail ended at the heavy stairwell door that led up to the rooftop pool, their sanctuary. Jungkook wrenched it open, not caring about the slam of metal against the wall, and took the steps two at a time.

“Petal!” His voice cracked as it echoed up the stairwell. “Petal, please. Are you here? Talk to me!”

He yelled as soon as he reached the top floor of their home, his voice breaking against the silence. The pool stretched out before him, calm but eerily still, the moonlight casting soft ripples across its surface. Yet the space was empty. There was no soul. No sign of the angel he was desperately searching for.

But Jungkook knew. He knew.

Jimin was here. His scent clung to the air. Sweet as candied honey, laced with vanilla. But beneath it, sharper and almost unbearable, was the rotten stench of distress. It clawed at Jungkook’s lungs, coiling around his wolf, making it snarl and thrash inside him. His heart hammered so violently he thought it might split his chest.

Then his eyes caught it. A trail of bloody footprints across the pale floor. Each crimson mark tugged at him like a cruel thread, guiding him straight to the only place Jimin could have hidden.

The storage room.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. His wolf howled inside his chest, demanding to reach their mate, but Jungkook forced himself to breathe, to stay grounded. He couldn’t lose control now. Not when Jimin was already breaking apart.

The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, heavy and suffocating. It wrapped around him like invisible chains, pulling him forward until he reached the door. His hand gripped the knob, trembling, and he shoved it open.

And there he was.

Jimin sat crumpled in the farthest corner of the room, squeezed between two storage racks. His knees were drawn up tightly against his chest, arms locked around them, as though he could make himself smaller, disappear entirely. His back pressed into the wall, tears streamed down his face as he shook uncontrollably. His eyes seemed unable to focus on anything, staring at something that wasn’t there, and his breath was rapid and uneven as he struggled to get air.

The sight tore Jungkook’s soul apart.

"Hey, love."

Jungkook approached, releasing calming pheromones.

He couldn’t believe the sight before him. His strong, independent mate, Jimin, the Luna of the pack, the healer, the warrior, the one who had always stood shoulder to shoulder with alphas, was reduced to trembling and fear. Jimin had faced battles, commanded respect, and carried the weight of their people with grace. He was also a devoted husband and a nurturing mother.

Seeing him like this, vulnerable, shaken, and terrified, cut through Jungkook’s heart with a force he had never expected. Every instinct screamed to protect and to destroy whoever had caused this pain. But first, he needed to focus, to calm his mate, and guide him back from the edge of his panic before anything else.

"Hey, love, are you okay?" Jungkook’s voice was soft, careful not to alarm the already distressed omega.

But Jimin was beyond control, consumed by panic.

"No! No, please, please don’t hurt me. Please, I promise I’ll be good," Jimin begged. "I won’t try anything, I promise. Please."

"Petal, it’s me. Can’t you see?"

Jungkook’s thoughts were interrupted as Jimin’s panic escalated, his voice rising in desperate screams and pleading that he wouldn’t be harmed. Jungkook had been moving cautiously closer, trying to make his mate recognize him. The storage room was dim, with only the light spilling in from the open door, casting Jimin’s trembling form into sharp relief. With his back to the doorway, Jungkook realized that from Jimin’s perspective, he must appear as a looming, imposing shadow.

Now just a meter away, Jungkook carefully knelt, stopping any further approach. "Petal, it’s me. I’m Jungkook, your Jungkook, remember? I’m your alpha, Petal. Please let me take you home."

"You’re going to h-h-hurt me!" Jimin stammered, his voice trembling.

"No, no, angel, I’m not going to do anything like that," Jungkook said, keeping his tone steady, careful not to let his voice crack. "I’m going to take you downstairs to your nest. You’ll be safe there. No one is going to hurt you there."

He let his words hang in the quiet room, each one carefully chosen to soothe and anchor Jimin, willing him to trust once more.

Jungkook’s heart ached seeing his mate like this. He couldn’t understand what had triggered such a reaction, but this vulnerable, terrified side of Jimin was something he had never witnessed before.

Jimin remained silent, trembling violently. The scent emanating from him was overwhelming. A mixture of withered flowers, sour honey, and vanilla, and the metallic tang of blood that made Jungkook’s wolf howl in anguish. Responding instinctively, he released a powerful wave of comforting pheromones, closing the distance between them in an effort to calm his panicked mate.

Yet, the closer Jungkook came, the more Jimin’s breathing spiraled into hyperventilation.

"Don’t. Please, I will be good. Don’t hurt me. Please," Jimin pleaded, his words jagged and desperate, as if trapped in a past memory he couldn’t escape.

Jungkook froze for a moment, unsure how to reach him. But instinct took over, guiding his actions. He softened his voice, slowed his movements, and let every motion and word focus on one goal: to ground his mate and bring him back to safety.

Ignoring his omega’s pained pleas, Jungkook closed the remaining distance and carefully grabbed Jimin’s trembling hands. He slowly raised them, releasing waves of pheromones. The strong, warm scent of sandalwood filled the cramped storage room, overpowering the withered flowers and sour honey-vanilla that clung to Jimin’s scent.

Jimin screamed, thrashing in a desperate attempt to free himself, but Jungkook held firm. With gentle strength, he pulled his smaller mate onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around Jimin’s waist. He ignored the frantic cries and yelps, understanding that resisting now would only prolong the panic.

"Petal, love, please calm down. It’s me, Petal," Jungkook murmured, tightening his hold. He adjusted Jimin so that his nose buried itself against Jungkook’s neck, where his scent was strongest. He sent out another wave of pheromones, letting the omega’s clouded mind recognize that he was safe. "It’s me; I’m not going to hurt you. I’m your alpha, angel. Please, listen to me."

Jungkook rubbed his silver-haired mate’s back in soothing circles, whispering gentle, reassuring words. Then he began to rock them slowly, the same way he had comforted his pups countless times in moments of distress. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, but gradually, Jungkook felt the fight leave Jimin’s body. The panicked breathing slowed, replaced by deep, steady inhales as he melted into Jungkook’s hold. Tears still streamed down his face, but the storm of fear began to fade. His mind cleared enough to realize he was truly safe in the arms of his alpha.

"Petal…" Jungkook murmured softly, continuing to rub soothing circles along his mate’s back.

"Hmm…" Jimin hummed in response, nuzzling closer to Jungkook as if trying to drink in his scent. Jungkook leaned down, gently rubbing his scent glands along Jimin’s neck, enveloping him in the warm, familiar fragrance that promised safety and comfort. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the quiet, protective cocoon of pheromones and closeness, until Jimin’s breathing steadied and the tension in his body melted away.

Once Jungkook was confident that Jimin’s mind had fully cleared, he carefully lifted him into his arms in bridal style. Jimin instinctively threw his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his face against his alpha’s neck, seeking the lingering scent of safety.

Jungkook stepped out of the storeroom with deliberate slowness, ensuring every movement kept his mate secure and calm. For someone who had always carried the weight of a Luna and omega, Jimin was astonishingly light, and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a wave of worry as he noticed just how little weight his mate had gained since Minseo’s birth. He silently vowed to take even better care of his precious omega, realizing once again how much of himself he had to give to keep Jimin safe.

When he stepped out of the storeroom, Jungkook noticed two small figures sitting silently by the pool, their eyes wide with worry. His sons. Their faces mirrored the concern he had seen in Jimin’s expression earlier. They had been waiting here the whole time, anxious for their mother. Jungkook offered them a reassuring smile, a silent promise that everything was okay now. Gradually, the tension in their bodies eased, and they followed him quietly as he carried Jimin back toward the house.

Once inside, Jungkook went straight to their bedroom and gently laid his mate, still dazed and fragile, onto their nest. Jimin’s scent lingered with the faint sourness of stress, his face pale and drawn, and Jungkook’s frown deepened when he noticed the small cuts on his feet from the shattered glass. Adjusting the blankets around him carefully, he knew he needed to tend to those wounds.

Before he could move toward the medicine box, a soft knock sounded at the door. Jungkook froze for a moment, then rose from the bed to answer. Jimin whimpered softly as he lost contact with Jungkook’s presence, curling slightly inward, and Jungkook instinctively rubbed his arms to soothe him. With a deep breath, he moved swiftly to the door, bracing himself to see who could be there.

It was Minho who stood at the door, holding a tray carefully balanced with a water bowl, clean towels, and a first aid box. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at his eldest son’s thoughtfulness.

“How was he?” Minho asked, concern clear in his voice as he handed over the tray.

“He’s calm now. Thanks,” Jungkook replied, taking the items. “Can you put Seojun to bed?”

“I can. Don’t worry. Take care of eomma,” Minho said firmly before giving a small nod and leaving the room.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, allowing himself a moment of relief. His eldest children were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but his mate needed him now.

Returning his attention to Jimin, Jungkook noticed the omega still lying on the nest, his posture slack, eyes fixed on the wall with a blank, distant stare. As Jungkook approached, Jimin’s gaze shifted toward him, but he said nothing, the weight of his earlier panic still lingering in the air. Jungkook knelt beside him, ready to offer the care and reassurance his mate so desperately needed.

Jungkook sat beside his angel’s feet, gently lifting them onto his lap and placing the tray on the bed beside him. His frown deepened as he took in the sight of blood marring Jimin’s pale skin. Carefully, he wetted a towel with water and began to clean the cuts.

At first, Jimin flinched at the sudden chill of the damp cloth, but gradually, as Jungkook’s hands moved with careful precision, he relaxed, letting the alpha tend to him. Once the blood was cleaned, Jungkook noticed not only the cuts from the shattered glass but also several burn marks from the spilled drinks.

Reaching for the first aid box, he found ointments for both burns and cuts. Gently, he applied them, treating each injury with a tenderness born of love and worry. When the creams were applied, he wrapped Jimin’s soft feet in bandages, careful not to press too tightly, mindful of the omega’s heightened sensitivity.

Every omega had delicate feet, Jungkook knew, and seeing his mate injured in this way made his heart ache. He never liked witnessing Jimin in pain, and now, with both cuts and burns marking him, Jungkook’s protective instincts flared, compelling him to make everything right for his beloved.

“I’m sorry.”

His mate’s small, fragile voice reached Jungkook’s ears as he carefully tucked Jimin under the blanket.

“For what?”

Jungkook settled beside his silver-haired omega, taking in the pale, trembling figure before him. The hunting look in Jimin’s eyes lingered, and his fingers still quivered slightly.

“For… being like that.”

Jimin’s voice was barely more than a whisper, and he wouldn’t meet Jungkook’s gaze.

“Hey. Don’t apologize for that.” Jungkook ran his fingers gently through Jimin’s ivory locks, brushing them back from his face. “I don’t know what triggered that panic attack, but it wasn’t your fault, baby. None of it was.”

Jimin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears at his mate’s calm, soothing words. He couldn’t believe he deserved someone like Jungkook. Someone so patient, so caring, and so unshakably devoted. For the first time since the panic had overtaken him, a small measure of relief began to seep into his trembling form.

Jungkook noticed that Jimin was still tense, the lingering tremors of panic barely subsiding. Slowly, he eased himself onto the bed and wrapped his small, fragile form into his arms.

“Shh… It’s okay. I promise,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and soothing as he traced gentle, rhythmic circles along Jimin’s back. He pressed his nose lightly against his mate’s scent gland, letting his pheromones envelop him. “You are safe now. Alpha is here. No one is going to hurt you.”

The scenting worked as it always did. Gradually, Jimin’s body softened in Jungkook’s embrace, his tense muscles relaxing as he drifted into sleep, finally surrendering to the safety of his mate’s arms.

Jungkook continued the steady, soothing cycles on his mate’s back, listening to the quiet, even rhythm of his breathing. He let his gaze linger on the angel lying in his arms. Silver hair cascaded over half of Jimin’s face, long lashes damp with tears. Dark circles had begun to form under his eyes from the stress he had endured, leaving him with a wearied, fragile look. Yet even in exhaustion, Jimin remained breathtaking—his pouty lips, rosy cheeks, and crescent-shaped eyes captured Jungkook’s attention completely, as if every detail of his being was a reminder of why he loved him so fiercely.

Jungkook’s mind drifted, recalling the very first time he had met this angelic being, and how that moment had changed the course of his life forever.

***

Jungkook had been busy the entire day, moving from one duty to another, his mind racing with responsibilities.

So when Namjoon reminded him that he needed to go home, he felt a flare of annoyance. The fact that home meant dealing with something… personal, made it even more irritating.

Today was the day his fiancé was visiting.

The fiancé he had never actually seen before.

Jungkook had known since childhood that he was betrothed to the son of his parents’ friends. In his early years, he had protested and rebelled against the arrangement. Over time, however, he had accepted it, though with one condition.

He wanted time to truly know his mate before beginning any formal courtship.

He didn’t want to be forced into courting a stranger. Especially when that stranger might not even be his destined mate.

But all his conditions had been swept away when his father died suddenly, leaving him as the next king of the mortal realm.

According to the laws, he was now required to marry within two years. That left him no time to properly get to know his fiancé, as their traditional year-long courtship could not be fulfilled.

It was understandable to say Jungkook was frustrated.

So, he didn't actually feel sorry when he apologized for being late.

But then he met those mesmerizing blue orbs.

Jungkook knew his fiancé was an angel. That was why, in the first place, his parents arranged this marriage. Angels were powerful supernatural beings, skilled warriors with immense abilities. Being bonded to one could strengthen his own power, and perhaps ensure strong, capable heirs, for an angel could bear children of extraordinary potential.

Yet, even knowing all of this, Jungkook wasn’t ready to meet this.

He knew angels possessed otherworldly beauty. He had seen it himself while spending time with his angelic friend. But this…

Jungkook didn’t have words to describe it.

Because words simply weren’t enough.

The being before him was ethereal.

His clear skin looked porcelain smooth, as white as the morning snow, and there was a golden effect to it. There were traces of fine red veins illuminated under his glowing, thin skin, made visible under the evening sun.

His features were strikingly beautiful. His face was truly a treasure to behold. A defined jaw, a strong brow, a straight, regal nose, and rosy cheeks. His mouth was plush and flushed a sweet coral that might be natural, might be augmented with pigment. His lips, as rosy red as fresh petals, were plump and inviting.

His gorgeous silver-white long hair fell down his back like a stream of silver ribbons shining like molten silver in the sunlight. It shone like a sprinkling star dust, adding more diving look into this ethereal beauty.

And when he met those blue orbs, he felt the whole world had stopped. They were a striking shade of piercing blue and held a depth that was both captivating and mysterious. They were framed by thick, snowy lashes with outer corners curving elegantly downward. Their shape should lend itself to a guileless, sweet look, and yet...and yet they held an unknown sadness.

It seemed like there was nothing in the world other than him and this beauty.

And then that divine aroma hit him.

A mixture of white flowers with sweet honey and vanilla. So soft and warm, like a floral field drenched in fresh morning dew. Cool and invigorating. It was as if the flowers themselves were embracing the dawn, rejuvenated after a restful night's sleep.

Most wonderfully, he was able to detect every floral scent in that ethereal symphony of fragrances.

The first note he gasped was the delicate, intoxicating sweetness of jasmine, which contained a sweet, delicate, and intensely floral aroma, adding a sense of mystery and allure to the fragrance with a hint of warmth and sensuality. The jasmine notes were like a melodious harmony, weaving through the air like a thread of silver.

And there was lilac casting a subtle yet pervasive scent of nostalgia and elegance, which was gentle yet captivating, evoking a sense of tranquility and beauty. It reminded him of childhood gardens and special moments that he spent in nature.

The lilac fragrance intertwined with that of the moonflowers’ intoxicating aroma, casting a dreamlike state of tranquility. It carried a sense of coolness, like the gentle touch of a moonbeam, with a slightly creamy undertone, reminiscent of the moonlight's gentle glow.

Honeysuckle added a touch of playful sweetness to the medley, emitting a scent that seemed to capture the very essence of carefree summer days. Amongst this symphony of white floral fragrances, the gardenia reigned as the queen. It exuded an opulent scent that was at once sensual and pure, captivating the senses of anyone who ventured nearby.

And then he detected the delicate notes of freesia, their fragrance like a gentle whisper carried on a breeze. Lily of the Valley contributed by filling the air with a fresh and invigorating aroma that felt like a rejuvenating breath. There was also a laurel, adding a touch of sophistication to the symphony. It released a subtle scent that evoked memories of ancient myths and legends.

Sweet alyssum emitted a delicate and honeyed aroma that intertwined harmoniously with the surrounding fragrances. Magnolia radiated a luxurious and heady fragrance that could transport one to a realm of opulence and beauty. And there was a milky sweetness of baby breath which evoked feelings of warmth, comfort, and innocence.

But the fragrance mixture wasn’t complete without the warm embrace of honey and vanilla. The scent of honey was like a thread connecting all the floral notes, adding a sweet richness that bound them together in a harmonious bouquet. Vanilla, too, had found its place amidst this. Its comforting and inviting scent wafted gently, weaving a sense of familiarity and warmth into the tapestry of aromas.

Not only Jungkook, but his wolf, Star, also froze in place, stunned by the overwhelming swirl of floral aromas. He had never encountered a scent like this before. Let alone from an omega.

Then Star realized the truth.

And when Jungkook heard the word in the recesses of his mind, his eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Mate.’

The angelic being before him was his destined mate.

The scent of white flowers was delicate and intoxicating, a perfect harmony of purity and elegance, like the whisper of a secret carried on the morning breeze. It promised new beginnings, like the first golden rays of dawn after the longest night.

This… this was indeed destiny.

***

Omega looked so peaceful lying in his arms, as if the earlier panic attack had never happened.

This was only the second time Jungkook had seen his mate in such distress. The first had been during Minseo’s birth. A moment that had thrown both omega and alpha into turmoil. It was a memory that still haunted Jungkook to this day.

Running his fingers gently through Jimin’s silver strands, Jungkook tried to piece together what had happened. One moment, they had been talking, and the next, his mate had spiraled into panic. He focused on their conversation, retracing each word to find the trigger.

Then he remembered. The notice he had received that morning. And the part where he had mentioned the leader of the warrior angels’ visit.

Right, that!

The name. Hyunjun. That was it.

It was the one that triggered omega’s panic attack.

Jungkook frowned as he glanced at the sleeping man’s face, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. Why had that name triggered such an extreme reaction in his mate?

As far as Jungkook knew, even though Jimin was an angel, he had very limited connections with his kind. The only angels they had known were Jimin’s parents, who had been living on Earth long before Jimin was born. So where…

Park Hyunjun.

He was the current leader of the warrior angels and a member of the royal family, the youngest brother of the current king of angels. Park Nohwan was the current king of angels and a close friend of Jungkook. Though they hadn’t met since Jungkook’s marriage and Nohwan’s coronation, they had been in touch. Nohwan was the one who proposed that Hyunjun and Jungkook should work together to resolve the current disturbances on Earth. It had even seemed like a good opportunity for their children to meet another angel.

But now… Jungkook wasn’t so sure.